In the luminescent abyss,
where dreams and shadows morph,
a manta’s silent song glides—
woven whispers of cosmic twine.
Do you hear the ocean's echo?
A lullaby tangled in time,
tracing ghostly paths—
through waters, through minds, through ancient lies.
There, nestled in the arc of a wing,
the mariner slept
beneath tethered stars—
their lumens, a deep trembling balm.